bad little boy | fiolee

5 | Alone

"Hey, sug', ball over already?" Cake raises an eyebrow.

"Er, no. Marshall and I just decided to leave early and we hung out for a little. Then, I came back here." I say, standing there awkwardly.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Cake suddenly gets all serious. "'Cause if he did I will r-"

I quickly intervene. "No, Cake! He didn't hurt me! Everything went fine," I laugh and start to walk towards the stairs. "I'm going to bed early." I look at Cake.

Cake nods, turning her attention to BMA. "Mmkay. 'Night, Fionna."

"'Night.." I say, then walk upstairs.

After closing my bedroom door, I get changed out of my dress and get into my pajamas. I'm just about to climb into bed when I look on the floor, right next to the bed and see my bunny hat.

"Ahah!" I grin and put on my hat then get into bed, pulling the covers up to my neck and close my eyes.

Its dead silent, and I don't like it. I open my eyes and look around the dark room. I see something that catches my eye; a family photo album. I get out of bed and walk to the other side of the room, picking up the thin book and get a candle, too lazy to turn on the light and I sit down, opening the book. Why was this on the floor? 

I flip through the pictures and realize my real family was never involved with this.. I let out a sigh and my thinking carries on.

I think about being the only human in Aaa. Am I the only human in existence? I only wish I knew my parents..

I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks, and eventually I fall asleep on the floor, the album clutched tightly in my hands.